This is your official 1 week countdown to the glorious day of the celebration of my birth. If you are still busy carving gilded statues of my likeness, you’re running out of time. That singing telegram set to be delivered by half-naked male strippers? I think they need payment-in-full soon, heads up.
If you’re feeling overwhelmed, let’s listen to this week’s jams to take your mind off of the impending full-day festivities in honor of my 25th anniversary of arriving to this world:
I discovered this song in the preview for this movie (which by the way, looks adorable. How charming and gorgeous is Emily Blunt?) and have been looping it for a week. I don’t understand how that voice is coming out of that man unless someone has their hand up his leg and is, ahem, squeezing, but the British-accent-rap-bit? Loved it. That may or may not be Effy from the show Skins in court with him, and he may be on trial for sexually assaulting her?, it’s up for debate. I might have to serve Federal jury duty tomorrow (fingers crossed I don’t!) but one can only hope that if I get picked, the trial includes a full-out song and dance routine like this video. It’s filling me with unrealistic expectations.
This song is about as far out of left field as it gets around these here parts, and while I promise to never post another song like it (read: club anthem), I simply had no choice but to include it this week. So, so dance-y. This song has been in my head ever since my last trip to New York over Thanksgiving, when I danced to it at a bar in the Meatpacking district after imbibing one too many Bacardi Scorched Cherry & Cokes. Oh man, was that a fun night. In case you’re curious, this is what the song does to me:
I can’t think of a better note to end on, personally. What tunes are you rocking these days?